The Outcast
Standing in the rain I was
an outcast, exposed to the elements.
I hoped to outlast
a burning hunger.
Alone on an island,
talking to the wind,
food was scarce.
The plague overcame me,
In my rags, as I dripped into
the ocean of life.
Baggage
You came with baggage to unpack,
to unravel,
to put on the line,
staying on my mind.
Dirty laundry aired for all to see-
flapping everywhere,
written on subways,
forever in my mind.
Mary Bone has been writing
poetry and short stories since childhood. Mary has written two books of poetry.
Her hobbies include painting and drawing. She is a 2006 graduate of S.O.S.U. in
Durant, Oklahoma.
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